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Saturday, March 08, 2008

I read of a man who stood to speakAt the funeral of a friendHe referred to the dates on her tombstoneFrom the beginning to the endHe noted that first came her date of her birthAnd spoke the following datewith tears,But he said what mattered most of allWas the dash betweenthose years

For that dash represents all the timeThat she spent alive on earth.And now only those who loved herKnow what that little line is worth.For it matters not how much we own;The cars, the house, the cash,What matters is how we live and loveAnd how we spend our dash.

So think about this long and hard.Are there things you’d like to change?For you never know how much time is left,That can still be rearranged.If we could just slow down enoughTo consider what’s true and realAnd always try to understandThe way other people feel.And be less quick to anger,And show appreciation moreAnd love the people in our livesLike we’ve never loved before.

If we treat each other with respect,And more often wear a smileRemembering that this special dashMight only last a little while.So, when your eulogy is being readWith your life’s actions to rehashWould you be proud of the things they sayAbout how you spent your dash?